This is what boring sem break days do to me. I'm totally abandoning this site because I have a new one. I'm in the process of figuring out how to upload pictures and archives into my new site.

    In the meantime, please add, www.tabulas.com/~waterhole to your list of friends.

    The _subersibo days were fun and now it's over.

    What happened today? Wala lang... Mela and I went on an adventure to Bambang, in the heart of ghetto Manila. We cut class, took an LRT and got lost all in the name of a costume for Gege's party. What happened this week? Wala lang... It wasn't much of a hell week save for the fact that we had another math long quiz. Wala lang... It's ironic how this statement says so much and so little at the same time.

    In all that happened this week, wala lang described how wala lang namang masayadong masamang nangyari. Things went as planned. We weren't robbed in Bambang nor were we run over by some speeding vehicle (we still aren't La Salle urban legends- yung mga nasagasaan). Wala din namang masamang nangyari sa school. We had a lot of free cuts this week and I got to bond with many blockmates.

    At the same time, wala lang talks about how routinary life has been. Study. Go on a break. Tambay sa school. Go home. For the past two months, this is what my life has been. I've always wanted this freedom and flexibility in high school. Now that I have it, I've realized that I may not want it after all.

    Seeing it from the view from nowhere, that's what we really all are: WALA LANG. We're absurd little creatures who play the game of survival by putting meaning into everything we do. I can't help but ask, what for? Why do we put so much importance into what we think say and do, when at the end of the day, it's all matter of wala lang? We all think we're somebodys but how can we be when we started from being nobodys? How can you make something out of nothing?

    I think I'm going crazy. Wala lang...

    There are classmates who are nice. There classmates who are rude. There are classamtes you love to hang out with and others who are crude. There are classmates who are jolly and some who are never in the mood... Then, there's MELA.

    She crushes over Celine Lopez as I do over Phoem Barranda. She's the protective friend who'd never budge on your secrets. She's one of my few blockmates I can rant endlessly to about everything. She's the girl who's always sinisipag mag-aral. She likes to get her work done... quickly. She taught me the art of the eating chesseballs with cream cheese.

    For the Dondon smelling shirt yesterday, the Mc Do party today and that Marketing field trip abroad next year, I've had a blast with you. Happy birthday classmate, blockmate, groupmate and seatmate. Eighteen has never been this great.

    I did something weird today. My block did something weird today. The best part was that everyone was game. Amidst the denims, cotton tops and impending ban on rubber slippers, most of my blockmates came to school donning their high school uniform. I was mad in plaid as we made trial balances and tried to decipher the meaning of death. Today, my outfit menu for the week was given a break and for the first time in many days, I felt that I was part of my block.

    Of course, we didn't get away from the speculative eye of the La Salle public. I wasn't spared from the whispers that could be heard five people away. Some thought it was part of the Pep Squad initiation. What a lame initiation that would have been. Others asked why we were wearing that. Uh... No reason really. A manang in the canteen couldn't hold her curiosity. She asked what school I was from and what I was doing in La Salle. Manang, Marketing freshman na taga La Salle din. Wala lang po kaming magawa ng block ko.

    Nostalgia struck a high note as I wore the necktie once again and attached the Assumption pin on my collar. I remembered high school teachers and how their lessons were never too fast. The words, Miss/Sir, wait lang! meant that the lesson would really wait and time (on good days, the whole period) would be spent just making kwento. While wearing the uniform with my usual tsinelas, I realized how lonely college has become. Sure, I have friends and a bunch of people I make kulit but it's weird to wear something so familiar in a place that's so different. Four months after shaking the hand of my high school principle, I missed San Lo and the people and just about everything that had to do with Assumption.

    The thought of high school, take two was a nice one but there are just some things that must be put to where they belong- in the past.

How to take a Philosophy midterm exam:
1. Get any piece of paper.
2. Answer the question, what is a language game using the analytic definition.
3. Open your book and look for the answer but don't copy verbatim.
4. The first five people to pass their papers to the teacher will get an automatic perfect grade even if their answers are incorrect.
5. You have 5 minutes.

This is a true story because it is my story. Technically, this exercise was just a quiz since it has been the only written exam in Philosophy. But teacher rockista dropped hints thay it may be considred a midterm exam.

Did I mention that this was impromptu?